elevator: they have one, it’s called a HOME
Coming back from buying some 1$ candy bars that the badging office employee lightly extorted me into so doing, I got on the elevator with an older, but not really that old, woman. She pressed a button for a floor (2) and gasped, “Oh I didn’t mean that floor.” She pressed another (3), and said, “Wait, what building am I in?” As she finally found the floor she wanted (G), she said, “They really should have painted these buildings differently. At least we’d have something to help us old folks out.”
I just smiled while she got out on the ground floor, one floor up from where we were and 10 feet away from the stairs. And while I rode-stopped-rode-stopped-rode to my floor (5), I thought the above and grinned an evil grin. A little mean, perhaps, but it never ceases to amaze me the number of people that seem to forget on a regular basis how an elevator is meant to work. Perhaps they will be the first people that I have killed once my evil empire takes hold. *wrings hands menacingly* 😈
* It should be noted that our building is built as a set of twins, the West Building and the East Building. Since you have to walk a little distance either above- or underground to go between them, it is perhaps only confusing to most people for all of a day.